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That's it.

Nice! Nice.

Willow, further back!

Going for goal.

Ooh!

Seriously, Dad! Again?!

Sorry!

Willow, you find it?

Willow!

So, the 'Perez' is
definitely a destroyer, right?

An Arleigh Burke-class
guided missile destroyer.

- We've been over this.
- Okay, cool.

My first Force Protection detail
should be on something serious.

You know, something with gravitas.

Not like a frigate or a cruiser.

Destroyer? Serious boat.

A, it's a ship,

and B, you are not normal.

Torpedo, torpado.

Let's go climb the ramp.

Actually, let's go up front.
We can get a Titanic selfie.

It's called the gangway and
the front is called the bow.

You do know the 'N' in NCIS
stands for 'Navy', right?

Actually, right now,

I think the 'N' stands
for 'no sense of humor'.

Special Agent Mackey, NCIS.

This is my partner,
Sergeant Dempsey, AFP.

Requesting permission to come aboard.

Permission granted.

Welcome aboard, ma'am, sir.

Sergeant Dempsey, please
secure your sidearm.

Yep.

Hey, what is it, Blue?

You're kidding me. That's great.

He, uh, won't be long.

Yes, ma'am.

Been with the ship for long, son?

No, ma'am. My first shipboard
assignment this enlistment.

So first time crossing the line.

Yes, ma'am.

Congrats.

It's a big deal.

Okay, that's not so great.

Stay on it, yeah?

Blue's been tracking the serial
number to Rankin's pacemaker.

And?

She's hunted down the surgeon

who implanted it five months ago.

Go, Blue. Can we speak to him yet?

It's gonna be tough.

He died in 1983.

This way, ma'am, sir.

Agent Mackey, Commander Armitage.

- Sir.
- Jim Dempsey, AFP.

Welcome to Port Jackson,

greatest natural harbor in the world.

I don't much like being
in port, Sergeant.

Ships are meant to be at sea.

Sir, MTAC have sent
the threat assessment

and the embassy guest
list for tonight.

Any red flags?

No, sir. Smooth sailing ahead.

Excuse me, Commander.

What is it?

Sorry to interrupt, boss.

We got a DOA.

Navy lieutenant washed
up on the beach.

Active service?

He's CIP,

member of the Individual
Ready Reserve,

took a year off from the Navy...

Get to the point, D.

It's just it's not technically

NCIS turf, is all.

You know, ordinarily we'd
kick this up to big Navy.

Is he an American sailor?

Was and would have been again.

Right, okay, there's your answer.

Just remember, ask
yourself what I'd do...

And do that. Roger.

Let's get this over with.

Not a big fan of shipboard
receptions, Captain?

Officially, having local VIPs onboard

is an important PR tool for the
US Navy, but unofficially...

You'd rather be keelhauled.

Sounds like we're cut from
the same cloth, Agent Mackey.

We'll make this as
painless as possible, sir.

Let me take you through the
Force Protection protocols,

starting with the water
traffic exclusion zone,

which you can see starts there.

All right, say hello

to United States Navy
Lieutenant Bradley Shiels.

What part of the Navy
dresses up as pirates?

Yeah, the type that's on the
Career Intermission Program.

It's where Navy personnel
can take a break,

then rejoin the service later.

So he left the Navy
to do kids' parties?

Seems like a sideways career move, no?

Evie.

"Global War on Terrorism."

It's a challenge coin.

It goes way back to
the First World War.

Most units have them these days. Look.

Got mine.

Shows you're part of a
special unit or operation.

Like a friendship bracelet.

And it's got its own
little man purse. Cute!

Yeah, laugh it up,
but I'm telling you,

these things have saved lives.

Didn't save his.

So what are we thinking, Doc?
Fancy dress party gone wrong?

One too many rums and went
overboard accidentally?

That was my first instinct,
but then I found these.

Rope fibers.

Both wrists.

So, 'accidentally' nothing.

♪ Yo ho, yo ho ♪

♪ The seas forever roll ♪

- ♪ Yo ho... ♪
- Hit me, Blue.

So, I tracked down
the employment, uh...

...details of Mr. Shiels.

Turns out he's the captain
of the 'James Craig'.

The what?

The... You know, the tall ship.

Lots of sails. Scurvy!

Um, they do harbor tours and
pirate parties. Check it out.

Fun fact -

most sailors back then
didn't know how to swim,

so if they fell overboard,

it took so long for the
ships to turn around

that they just didn't bother.

It's better to drown quickly.

Said no one ever.

Can you get me tighter on
the faces, crank up the res?

Get me a better camera and
I'll get you better images.

Sorry, that was too assertive.

Might give him a cheeky call.

Captain Brad Shiels.

Oh! Sorry. Wrong number.

I was ringing to book my
shih tzu in for a trim.

- Bye!
- That was weird.

I know. Like I'd have a shih tzu.

Also...

...if we have the real
Brad Shiels here,

who the hell is sailing that ship?

So Captain Shiels

gets bound and thrown overboard,

but Tony and Jen go ahead
and tie the knot anyway.

Must really want to get married.

I'm telling you, if
this is a hijacking,

it's the weirdest one I've ever seen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, who you calling?

Water Police. This is all them.

Wha... Are you kidding?

What if fake captain
panics and goes postal?

He's already killed the real captain.

The rest of the crew
could be in on it too.

All the more reason
to call in the cavalry.

Slow your roll.

Jen and Tony are celebrating

the first day of the
rest of their lives.

We don't want it to be their last.

So, what, we go in guns blazing?

The ship has a
360-degree line of sight.

We'd be sitting ducks.

What's the alternative?

You know, Mackey told
us to think like her.

Has the wedding party gone yet?

Please tell me we
didn't miss the boat.

I've crashed some weddings in my time.

I'm just not usually armed.

Captain Fake Beard, eyes on.

Can you tell if he's armed?

Just a cutlass far as I can see.

Plastic or real?

I vote we don't find out.

Are you sure this is
what Mackey would do?

Look, we get onboard, ID the bad guys,

call in the troops.

If you say so.

Ahoy there, Captain.
Permission to come aboard.

- Sorry, who are you?
- I'm the celebrant, Eve.

And this is Shawn.

You know, sorry, we missed you
guys by, like, five minutes.

Two words - Rozelle Interchange.

Better late than never, huh?

There they are, the happy couple!

Tony!

Oh, my God, Jen, you look amazing.

- Oh, thanks!
- Love the parrot.

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Eve. I'm your celebrant.

Where's Janice?

Oh! You didn't hear?

Eugh, Janice is sick and
they asked me to fill in.

They were supposed to let you know.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.
- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

This is your day, girl. We are
gonna crush this, I promise.

So do you have the vows?

Yeah. All the vows.

Right here.

You lucked in, by the way.
I am way better than Janice.

- Get in there.
- Oh.

I must just squeeze in here.

Oh, there's that sword, yep.

Fire, that's what I'm...

- Yeah, just... just great.
- So is she okay?

Who?

Janice. What... what's wrong with her?

Scurvy.

They think she caught
it at the last wedding.

I'm joking, obviously.

They don't know where she caught it.

Oh, I'm so happy to
be here with you, though.

Why don't you introduce
me to your crew?

- Yeah, sure.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Cool.
- Phones in the bag first.

Uh...

You know, I kinda need mine for work.

You know, I use it as a light meter.

No phones onboard, I'm afraid.

We want you to enjoy the
full 18th-century experience.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Scurvy? Really?

No one's checking on anyone's scurvy.

Besides, we have bigger problems.

Can't tell the good guys
from the real pirates.

I've synced the camera
with the ship's Wi-Fi.

Maybe we can give it to Blue
and she can help ID them,

starting with Captain Fake Beard.

You know, what's his game?

You know, if I'm hijacking a ship,

it's gonna be a bangin' super yacht,

not some old leaky sailboat.

It's like carjacking a Camry.

Big question is, where's
the Camry headed?

They what?

They, uh, they couldn't reach you,

so they wanted to show initiative

and channel you,

so they took the bull
by the horns and...

They went undercover as a
celebrant and a photographer?

That is correct, and also affirmative.

Call them. Tell them they're fired.

- Put it on speaker!
- I-I-I can't do that.

They don't have any comms.

Ha!

I'm gonna hang them from the yardarm.

- She doesn't meant that.
- Yeah, she does.

Well, let's find them first.
Way easier to kill them, then.

Ahoy!

- Is that fake Captain Shiels?
- Yep.

Real name, Alex Hart.

He's a fly-in-fly-out miner.

No criminal history.

Does have a very large
debt with the Tax Office.

Got an address?

Oh, AFP, permission
to enter the premises.

What have you got?

Hard to tell.

Barbie's cocaine stash?

Is that a wine cellar?

How many FIFO miners collect wine?

Yeah, you're right, it's
probably a sex dungeon.

It's always a sex dungeon.

Wow.

This is the least sexy sex dungeon

I've ever been in.

Been in a few, have you?

Here's our boy, front and center.

Hello. Veterans from
two different wars.

"Sons of the Sovereign Soil."

Looks like some kind of men's
shed for doomsday preppers.

Yeah, all waiting for Armageddon.

Hey.

I have a bad feeling

they might be trying
to hurry it along.

Ooh, yeah, straight
through here. You look.

All right. Ha-ha-ha!

You got it. Come on.

All right, um, excuse me, guys.

- Do you mind if I get a picture?
- Yeah.

Sir, you want to get in?

All right, maybe not.
We don't need him.

All right, there we go.

Looking fabulous, ladies.

Thank you.

Oh, y'all mind if I get a picture?

All right, if you come in there.

All right, you have...

Good, that's what I'm talking about.

All right, one, two, three.

How many have you got?

Two in the BG at least.

How do you figure?

Party guests want their photo taken.

If they try and dodge
me, it's for a reason.

That makes five tangos at least.

We better hustle

while we still have the
element of surprise.

What are you thinking?

Thinking we cut the head of the snake.

All right, stay here,
keep the bride cool.

Let me see if I can
find that bag of phones,

call in the cavalry.

You look good, though.

What are you doing down here?

Hey, bro. Um, just
looking for the head.

Well, use the one topside.
It's off limits down here.

All good, brother. Smile.

Kai.

Oh, jeez!

Kai? You there, son?

Go for Kai.

Get your arse topside.

Lock and load, son. It's showtime.

Copy that.

Hey, Blue, positive IDs yet?

Um, it's been pretty tricky
with everyone in a costume,

but, uh, this guy's armed,

so we can safely say that
he's not there for the cake.

But then these other two,

they're not chatting or drinking

or socializing with anyone,

so they could be hijackers.

Or forensic scientists.

Hey, cross-reference
them with these guys.

My bet is most of these
wannabes are onboard.

The same wannabes with
the extensive library

on history and politics?

I'm telling you,

we underestimate these
guys at our peril.

Ooh. Run this.

And before you start, I've
already done the Barbie joke.

What is she doing?

Could be wrong,

but I reckon she's
about to marry them.

Insane!

Oh, I can't feel my fingers.

You'll be great.

Oh.

Vows.

- Vows.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh!

Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here today

to witness the coming
together of Tony and Jen.

And, of course, Jen and Tony.

Or Jony, as I like to call them.

And for me to marry them both.

Well, I'm not marrying
either of them, obviously.

They are marrying each other.

That is a given.

So in that spirit...

...I'd like to ask all
you salty sea dogs

to close your eyes.

I'm serious.

Close your eyes, folks.

That's right.

Close your eyes.

♪ Give me your hands, darlings ♪

♪ Do you feel my heart beating? ♪

♪ Do you understand? ♪

♪ Do you feel the same? ♪

♪ Or am I only dreaming? ♪

♪ Or is this burning ♪

♪ An eternal flame... ♪

- Everybody on the ground, now!
- NCIS, Federal Agent.

Hands on heads!

Oh! Oh.

- Oh!
- Down. Down.

Put it down!

Oh!

Quantity has a quality
all its own, doesn't it?

I shoot you before they shoot me.

They all know the drill.

You shoot me and one
of them will step up.

Now put your weapons down.

I won't ask again.

- On the ground.
- Oh, my G...

Put it down.

Then we can talk.

Round 'em up.

It's Evie.

Special Agent Mackey, is it?

I've spoken with Evie here.

She's brought me up to
speed on you and your team.

I'm guessing you
already know who I am.

Let me cut to the chase.

Three of my guys are in
jail on trumped-up charges,

and I've got 30 hostages onboard.

I'll do you a straight swap.

Any delays and I'll kill
a hostage every hour,

starting with your girl here.

Any attempts to storm the ship,

I'll see you coming and
I'll kill everyone onboard.

Any questions?

Just one. How tall are you?

6'1". Why?

Because you just killed my guy.

I need your measurements so I
can get your coffin made up.

Oh, my gosh! Mackey?

He... he's alive.

Make sure they're tight.

Keep still.

Sit down.

What are they gonna do to us?

They're terrorists.

And they're gonna try
and make their point

in the biggest way possible.

But we're not gonna
let that happen, yeah?

Okay.

Hey, boss.

You okay?

I've been better, I won't lie.

We got a problem.

There's gotta be 100
kilos of this stuff.

Any thoughts on how to disable it?

- We'll get back to you.
- Might wanna get a move on.

There's enough ANFO here
to put this ship on Mars.

- Good news or bad news?
- Blue.

The good news is that I cracked

the pink powder that you gave me.

- ANFO. We know.
- ANFO, yes.

And the bad news is I hacked
the ship's nav system.

How's that bad news?

Now we know where they're headed.

I hope you're wrong about
this, Special Agent Mackey.

You and me both, sir.

We both know what happens

if that ship crosses
the exclusion zone.

Not gonna happen.

Our intel has 30-plus hostages onboard

including two of my guys.

You've got people onboard?

That's the source of the intel.

And you're certain the
'Perez' is the target?

That's what their nav
system's telling us.

XO, evacuate all guests

and set modified condition Zebra.

Move those ropes!

Evie.

Evie?

Where the hell have you been?

I'm fine, thanks.

Also, there's a bomb onboard.

We gotta get everyone off the ship.

Look, I'll cut your ties,
then pass them onto the rest.

When they're all free,

we give a signal,
everyone goes overboard.

Bad guys lose their
leverage, game over.

Great plan.

One problem.

I can't swim.

Come on, girl!

Now's not the time to get
precious about your hair!

I can't swim... as in I cannot swim.

And you wait 'til now to tell me?

You never asked. That is on you.

You're Australian.

It's called the Australian crawl.

You work for the Navy
and you can't swim?

Never got around to it.

Then I guess you're gonna have
to learn on the job. Hands.

Come back here. Give me your hands.

Open 'em up.

Okay.

Did you find a phone?

Right here.

Dial the office number for me.

Cut yourself loose, then pass them on.

Then wait for my signal.

Enough with the chat.

Or what?

You really wanna find out?

Oh, please! I've dated
guys like you before.

All bark and no bite.

Tell that to your dead mate.

You shot an unarmed man, tough guy.

You're a real hero.

They're not gonna give
you what you want.

Governments don't
negotiate with terrorists.

Especially lame ones.

The government are the terrorists!

Well, I hope you like America

'cause you just killed
a Federal Agent.

You're gonna spend the rest
of your life in orange PJs.

And for what?

Some sovereign citizen crap

you ripped off from the dark
corners of the internet?

Open your eyes, girl.

You live in an American colony,

the 51st State of America.

And he's off.

America goes to war, we go too,

no questions asked.

Korea, Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan.

We're a vassal state!

- We're allies.
- Allies?

You know, mates who
have each other's back

and can disagree when we need to.

Big difference.

Not when it counts.

It's time to take our country back.

And how exactly are you gonna do that?

Wait and see.

You got a box seat.

It's all starting to make sense.

Did some digging on these two.

Hart's father, Sergeant David Hart.

Died 1971, Núi Lé, Vietnam.

Hart's brother, Pete,
4 RAR Commando Unit.

KIA Tarin Kowt in Afghanistan.

Both casualties of American wars.

I mean, this is more than
ideological for Hart.

- This is... personal.
- Oh, maybe, mate.

But he's getting nowhere
near the 'Perez',

not after the Somalian incident.

What happened in Somalia?

1998, uh, in Mogadishu.

The 'Perez' was in port

and they allowed a small fishing boat

inside their exclusion zone.

That small fishing boat blew a hole

in the side of the ship,
killing nine American sailors.

That's what the brass stars are for.

The skipper will not
let that happen again.

The 'Perez will blow
him out of the water

long before then.

- I think that's his plan.
- What is?

You heard him, our government
has sold out to the Yanks.

We're a vassal state.

They can do whatever they like to us.

He's not planning on
sinking the 'Perez'.

He wants the 'Perez' to
sink the 'James Craig'!

He wants to show people a US warship

can kill 30 Australian
citizens on Sydney Harbour

and get away with it.

All hands are commanded to report

to Damage Control Central.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

Talk to me.

Have we turned that ship around yet?

We're at battle stations.

Oh, cheese and rice!

Uh, moments away. Right, Blue?

Define 'moments'.

Oh, my gosh, we're... we're in.

I-I can change the ship's
course now. Where to?

Okay, send it out to sea,

as far away from the
'Perez' as possible.

There you have it, Commander.

She's going about.

The situation's in hand, sir.

My team has control of the nav system

and they're diverting the
ship away from the 'Perez'

as we speak.

Report back when all battle
stations are manned and ready.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Sir?

Your team may have
control of the nav system,

but do they have control of the ship?

Not yet, sir, but they will.

So until then, we're
following protocol.

Target 'James Craig',

port bearing 3-1-5.

Action port, target 'James
Craig', bearing 3-1-5.

What? No. No, no, no, no, no, no!

- No, no, no.
- What's going on, Blue?

I thought we had control
of their autopilot.

We did, but the ship doesn't
seem to be listening anymore

and it's back to heading
straight for the 'Perez'!

We've overridden the autopilot

and we're back on course.

They think we're idiots?

Lock it down now.

The beauty of old technology, huh?

Let's see them hack that.

- Federal Police.
- What?

Sorry, guys, change of plan.

Throw the ropes. Let's
go. Throw the ropes.

I thought your people
were in control, Agent Mackey.

Main gun, lock on target.

Main gun, lock on target.

What's happening?

Hart's overridden the autopilot.

We've lost control of the ship.

Where are you?

I'm gonna try get onboard.

You gotta stall old mate until I do.

Captain, please.

My team has the situation in hand.

That's not what it looks like.

Sir, there are 30 innocent
civilians onboard that ship.

And 300 souls onboard this one.

That's what ROE protocols are for,

so people like you and I

don't have to make
impossible decisions.

It's time.

Get the others ready, then
we hit the water, okay?

Time's up. Get the zodiac here ASAP.

Don't even have the guts
to die for your cause, huh?

Not when I have patriots like
yourself to do it for me.

Hurry up!

Now!

Stand by.

Stand by, mount 5-4.

Sir, the hijackers no longer
have control of the ship.

Irrelevant, Agent Mackey.

It's still a bomb coming
straight at my ship.

You are doing exactly what
the terrorists want you to do.

I'm doing what the
Navy expects me to do.

There will be no more
brass stars, Agent Mackey.

Not on my watch.

Evie!

Ugh!

DeShawn!

- DeShawn!
- JD, over here!

Over here!

Evie, I got you. I got you.

I've got her. Code blue.

She's not breathing.
She's not breathing.

Oh!

- What are you doing?
- Saving your life.

Again.

Hard pass.

You right, guys? Hold on.

Time to board that ship.

Stand by to fire.

Stand by to fire.

He's barely out of school

and you're about to
make him give the order

to kill 30 innocent people?

- That's his job.
- That's right.

And he'll do it without
question if you tell him to.

He doesn't have a choice. But you do.

That's why you're calling the shots.

I choose to protect my ship.

That is my ultimate responsibility.

Following protocol

is not choosing.

It's abrogating responsibility.

You are out of line, Agent Mackey.

That may well be, sir.

But we both know there is
no protocol in the world

that fits this situation.

Sir, this is one of those moments

where the Navy expects its leaders

to think outside the box.

To have the guts to ignore history...

...and trust your instinct.

All stations...

...cease tracking.

Stand down.

I say again, stand down.

Found yourself a shiny new toy.

Oh, just embracing
the 'Navy' part of NCIS.

Yeah, a lot more fun than I expected.

Except for the, uh,
'being shot at' part.

We dodged a bullet today.

A big destroyer-sized bullet.

From now on, that NCIS 'N'

stands for something else.

Yeah, 'need a beer'.

Ha! Not... on our watch.

I like that.

Not on our watch.

Not on our watch.

Ooh! Go easy, bro.

That is a good bit of needlework, son.

Oh, boo! He's alive.

Come on, Doc, you promised
me he wouldn't make it.

Don't blame me. Look,
the kill shot hit this.

Hm?

Now, an inch to the left, mate,

and it would've been a
completely different story.

Three-point kill shot.

30ft. Boom! Drains it. Swoosh!

I've, uh, given him
something for the pain.

I, uh, I might have gone a bit
hard with it.

Safe and sound, back in your murse.

You're my nurse? A'ight,
I'm cool with that.

The last one out, kill the lights.

I see what y'all are doing.

- Hm?
- Checking in on me.

DeShawn, you're high.

Mm, you know, thank me
for saving your life,

but you're doing that Aussie thing,

you know, where you insult me instead.

Sure. That is exactly what I'm doing.

Ooh, she strong! She strong.

Now gimme your keys.

I'm taking you home.

Boom! There it is!

Girl, you takin' me home!

Ha! I knew it!

- Mm-hm.
- No, you didn't.

Well, don't
worry, I won't tell anyone.

Oh, yeah, good onya.

Except maybe Blue.

And Doc.

- And Mackey...
- Hm.

And JD.

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